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DJ Mustard

Intro

 

Intro

(专辑: Perfect Ten - 2019)


[1TakeJay:]
Wait hold up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
(Mustard on the beat hoe)

Riding through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Ri-Ri-Riding through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like bitches with big titties

I'm finna shoot a pornflick, bitch come get your cameo
She got a baby-daddy and a kid, but she ain't tell me though
She running from the D, Oh My God, she's a scary hoe
I kill pussy, I hope she got insurance for the burial
Wait hold up, how you even know me?
"Oh I heard you on the radio"
My pockets on fatboys, shoutout to Lil Terrio
The hardest nigga always singing louder than the stereo
Commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers
Like "There he go"
I be fresh to death, fly as hell when I walk through
Why niggas hating on me, that I ain't never even talked too?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, nigga, who are you?
Oh, you still mad from High-School
'Cause the coach didn't start you?
I take my hoes too Toys'R'Us
Why? 'Cause they childish
You gon' find a better nigga? Baby I highly doubt it
Just like a old-ass whip, these hoes got high mileage
Stop gossiping, bitch you still live' in Public Housing
You ain't bi, she only fuck with niggas with the blue-check
I ain't fucking with her, even though I got the blue-check
On Instagram, and my bank account, big blue check
I'm a cold nigga, when I come around, she made the crewneck
Knocking 'em down like dominoes, I'm freaky, yeah, who next?
Even though our convos be dry, I got you wet
I gave her good D, now she bragging in a group-chat
Now she always popping up, like a new text
I got a mic I sing, you can be my Whitney Houston
I 'ont want a lot, but just like Nike, I'm tryna' do it
Your secrets ain't for me, 'cause I don't care 'bout who you screwing
The people say I'm famous, really I be really cooling
I'm a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin'?
The niggas that be flexing on the 'gram, be really losing
Hey tough guy, don't play with guns, if you ain't really shooting
Stop playing, them niggas in LA be really true

Riding through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Ri-Ri-Riding through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Riding through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Ri-Ri-Riding through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like bitches with big titties

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